Chapter 59: A Brief Revelry

In the days to come, certain medicines that would later become desperately scarce and highly sought after were already nearly impossible to obtain. One could only hope that after the disaster, once the factories were rebuilt, the production of these drugs might slowly resume. At first, however, the most common medicines—basic remedies for colds, anti-inflammatory drugs—would be prioritized. Specialized or rare pharmaceuticals could never be manufactured in such a short span of time.

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Chen Yu paused for a moment, turning his head to see a large jeep approaching. Atop the vehicle stood a young man with long bangs, an electric arc still flickering in his palm. A piercing cold radiated into the air, and in the ancestor’s hand, a white finger glowed with a brilliant, sacred light, spraying frost everywhere.

Ma Jun, a seasoned driver, handled the vehicle with practiced steadiness. Before long, he navigated Mu Chen’s new car back to the village, carrying both Mu Chen and Shen Xuemei.

“But, speaking of which, did you ever find out who poisoned you?” Chu Lingchu lay flat on the grass, turning his head to look at Li Yisheng as he asked.

Though she knew her answer would only provide further clues, Long Yuner could do nothing but fret inwardly and answer honestly, even as her heart rebelled at the thought.

Atop the high platform was a semicircular sofa on which Jing Qiongyue lay sprawled. Two giant torches, their long poles thrust askew into the surrounding dolls, burned with blazing flames that illuminated the night sky.

If Ying Zheng were to fall, it would be nothing short of a catastrophe for Qin. He was the very pillar supporting the nation, the essential core of the great edifice of the Qin state, its stabilizing force. Should that pillar collapse, Qin would be on the verge of ruin.

“Bzzz—” Annoying mosquito wings buzzed at Chen Ran’s ear, pulling him from his daze.

The laboratory had only one exit. If Butler Jin had any other tricks up his sleeve, a little guidance would be all it took.

“Who is your father? Who is your mother? Who am I? Who is he?” Supreme Treasure was not so easily fooled. He fired off a string of questions, finally pointing at Chen Mo, demanding recognition.

Yet, at the north gate of Hongxing Bridge, the enemy had built only a single bunker and a watchtower about ten meters tall.

Ye Sheng shook his head. For him, scaling rooftops and walls was effortless. With a light leap, he drew the broadsword from his back, plunged it fiercely into the sheer cliff face, and then, suspended in midair, pulled the blade free and continued his descent. Repeating this maneuver, he finally landed safely below.

With the promise of fine food and drink, and the ever-approachable Prince Ding and Princess Ding hosting the banquet, people flocked in, and the gathering quickly swelled.

He drew his blood-soaked right hand into a fist, hiding it behind his back. Almost immediately, he rose to bid us farewell. His words and gestures betrayed no discourtesy, yet the way he strode away revealed pain and haste, deeply veiled yet unmistakable.

As for the true cause of the incident, Lin Feng had already confided in Li Wan on the very day he awoke, recounting the entire sequence of events to her when they were alone together.

The newcomer was clad in moon-white silk finery. Pale-skinned, with jet-black hair, he stood tall and straight, like a shaft of chilly moonlight in the midnight gloom.

Upon entering the Pepper Hall, one saw the great chamber already crowded with consorts and concubines, each wearing an expression of deep sorrow. Yet, one could not truly discern their innermost feelings.

The corpse demon sprawled on the floor, hands and feet splayed like a reptile—albeit an especially vile one. Its head, neck shattered by Wang Yao’s pistol shot, drooped against its shoulder, threatening to fall off entirely. Yet this creature simply refused to die, its vitality tenacious beyond belief.

Zi Chu suddenly felt a headache coming on. Blood for kinship? And both parties had to be present? What man under heaven could suffer such humiliation? If it proved the child was Sheng Zhonghua’s, then the marriage between Nangong Qingyang and Song Zilan would surely be at an end.